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Big Boy, New Cat. Records

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1.
SEVEN DAYS 01:10
Aye Ain’t really nothin’ man Ya just gotta do it Ya just gotta do it for ‘em Aye I make money like nothin’ you seen 7 days a week I get lifted off the green You get shot up in ya spleen boy Talkin’ all that mean boy We always see you on a screen Ain’t enough, we get rough Catchin’ bodies every way Steady movin’ in the fold ‘Specially if I see you on the streets I’m snatchin’ up yo whore You won’t see her anymore Walk up in the club Tokin’ all the bud All the bitches fallin’ on the floor All I do is catch the bands Money dance Brodie see the money hands Bout a flood a bitty pants You ain't really fuckin’ man Aye You ain’t really fuckin’ man I don’t know I don’t know what you been up to But it ain’t been fuckin’ man so Fix that shit
2.
I’m on the track I’m bout to flex Ya bitch want this neck Give her that neck I’m workin’ sets Ya bitch wanna have sex Give her that deck Give her that deck Spacin’ out Like the Jetsons Get your facts straight Check your reference Pushing weight Like a mexican New Richard Mille Had to flex in More gas Then Bespin Got 2 bitches They lesbian Shootin’ shots At your residence Rob all yo shit Great Depression Steve Urkel I’m geeked up Bitch face like a pizza Ya got no team No features Llama boy Carl Wheezer Mob ties Wife beater Pourin’ up With the liter Slingin’ shots 2 seater That I ain’t finna pay the meter I’m on the track I’m bout to flex Ya bitch want this neck Give her that neck I’m workin’ sets Ya bitch wanna have sex Give her that deck Give her that deck
3.
Make yo bitch wiggle them hips On the dick like a ribstik Coat the shit in lipstick Up watchin’ the stars for fulfillment Of wishes All night club bender These hoes look like witches I’m burnin’ sage frequently For demons and bitches I’m schemin’ on witches Quick hands on the gat It’s a murder man Bonanza Slick like Tony Danza I’m rap’s Glenn Danzig Go and fetch ya bands up Fuckin’ up my money On my momma Get yo wig split Shootin’ up the blocks Like heroin in the 80s Central Park Throwin’ rocks Fuckin’ crackhead Crazy And I copped the new Reeboks On sale at Macy’s What the fuck happened To Lebron James’ hairline That shit is laid out Like some goddamn landmines Paw Patrol and adderall Pinball and Steve Segall Flippin’ all the panels It’s a universal channel y’all Flippin’ all the panels It’s a universal channel y’all Flippin’ all the panels It’s a universal channel y’all
4.
HUNT4VAMPS 02:09
45K on some new land 500K on the new lamb If she gonna rock with me Then you get slammed See yo girlfriend with me And we holdin’ hands She think I’m a cutie Cause I’m holdin’ bands Got Suns in 7 That’s 100 bands It’s like 500 hoes 100 Xans Creepin’ thru the woods Like the boogeyman Had a Glock .45 In my fuckin’ hand Ima God to these hoes I’m the fuckin’ man I’m like Terminator 2 I’m like runnin’ man Got a oxy and a xanny In my fuckin’ hands I just came from the flat And I told that bitch she fat And she mad I got all these foes from my past And they tryna take my racks I pull out my staff And I scream you shall not pass And I’m on the biggest planes And I ride the fastest trains And I gotta lot of jobs So I do a lotta things I could give a fuck about you If you ain’t buying me rings If you ain’t buying me things If you ain’t buying me dreams If you ain’t cleanin’ the sink And I’m too mean in the paint Had to reup on that dank I don’t feel a lotta pain I’m like Django in the chains When I’m blowin’ out their brains Bitch drivin’ me insane Always driving switching lanes Suck me and she gave me brain Every single fuckin’ day I might fly her outta state I might cop anotha wraith You might need a room to stay I might need to rule the state Vampires all around Ima put em in the ground
5.
Cutthroat with the chef blade Count the bread with the dough I bake You gluten free Pockets desolate Count my chicken Let it marinade Barbershop with the clean ass fade Kobe B. with the clean ass fade Take yo money NCAA Step back then seed the J Double park on the Mini Cooper Lost ya job had to ride a scooter Fake chains Walmart jeweler Kiss my feet bitch I’m the ruler In the paper you should stay on Google Get that money live sports on Hulu Bitch thick like an udon noodle Fuck the head get bamboozled Sunday with steak and eggs Pay yo bills need an arm and leg Crossed em up might’ve broke his leg I’m the king off with ya head Flu season way my money spread You my son put you right to bed On ya head like I’m Boba Fett Blue and red lights then I fled Feta cheese like my pockets Greece Speakers loud disturb the peace You catchin’ Polio no vaccine Ray Allen with the quick release Play no games like Chuck E. Cheese Off the lot you need a lease K, Serf, Nico Holy Trinity On God levels like a deity Yah God levels like a deity Yah God levels like a deity Yah God levels like a deity
6.
125 ON RODEO 02:53
I got new shoes I got new kicks Bought a new house Bitch got new bricks And it’s new clout With these new hits New haters tryna rob me Of my new bitch 125 on rodeo On the new shit 125 on rodeo On the new shit 125 on rodeo On the new shit 125 on rodeo On the new shit Ain’t no lie Almost sounded low key Crip Take a trip Fly over out to Egypt At the top Milli rockin’ on the pyramids Bitch asked me bout the money Made a myriad Stimmi hit So I didn’t rip the semi Call Lester Ya need to scoop him off the Henny Red suit Eddie Murphy I’m delirious Uppercut these fake rappers I get furious If I’m on the block Don’t shoot me I’m not that goofy I cop me a 2 piece And I got jumped Got out all right Hangin’ out with the pump Weedin’ out the spies We steppin’ on the runts If I’m with my guys I ain’t lookin’ for no cunt If I’m makin’ money Then it’s probably through a front Start screamin’ Serf Tryna come hang It’s so sad You ain’t ever have a gang So mad but it’s never gonna change I started out in this game I was lonely No beats, no rhymes No homies The way I work You could only put it on me Look around at you clowns Hear you phony And it’s so scary How I pick up on they moves And I care rarely bout the shit They tryna prove And every time they sunk Was every time I flew You cannot charge me bro You cannot book me Had the VPN When I made it off to Cookie’s I don’t do the hair down there No wookie And I’m always paid out Say a prayer For my pookies It’s so sad You won’t ever have a gang It’s so sad You won’t ever have a gang I earn what I got And I’m still gettin’ Keep it up on God I’m still lookin’ Keep it up on God I’m still lookin’ All this time Y’all keep forgettin’ I got new shoes I got new kicks Bought a new house Bitch got new bricks And it’s new clout With these new hits New haters tryna rob me Of my new bitch 125 on rodeo On the new shit 125 on rodeo On the new shit 125 on rodeo On the new shit 125 on rodeo On the new shit Ain’t no lie Almost sounded low key Crip
7.
I’m still eatin’ Yah I’m still breathin’ I got people on my back And they not leavin’ Ain’t that cool though They don’t know I’m a fool though Climb on yo bitch Wanna suck my kudos What I got on my wrist But you got no foreplay And I got with yo bitch Got her in 4 days Hit her like Jorge Oh my God what the fuck She don’t even like you She just like your money She just like your father She like oh my God Honey where the fuck you goin’ With that Louis bag? Thought you bought that shit for me I threw you some ass But I grabbed that And you sad ya Look at my cash app I got stacks You got ass
8.
Yah, yah, yah I got bitches wanna hmu But they can’t fuck Ya they can’t fuck Ya they can’t fuck Got bitches wanna hmu But they can’t fuck But they can’t fuck But they can’t fuck Got bitches wanna hmu But I can’t fuck But I can’t fuck But I can’t fuck Got bitches wanna hmu But I can’t fuck But I can’t fuck But I can’t fuck 6 bitches in the range Draco with extendos drained Been in such a long rage Bitch I just called the game Step back 3 Call me James I don’t fuck whores bitch Ain’t no fuckin’ way That I’m fuckin’ bitches in the stew Got no money just like you Wanna hit the weed for free Bitch you betta suck this dick Said she want her pussy slayed You got a thotty daughter Take yo ass to bed She got school tomorrow Got bitches wanna hmu But I can’t fuck But I can’t fuck But I can’t fuck Got bitches wanna hmu But I can’t fuck But I can’t fuck But I can’t fuck Eat shit Burrito Lightsaber Green glow Bitch you cap Pinochio Hit yo grandma RKO Cryin’ jammed my big toe Sour cream potato Wash yo hands Lots of soap Run a stop sign On my phone I got heart I got fight Catch me strapped Butter knife Faucet leak She won’t pipe Can’t you see Bitch you die Slash you up Apple pie Thought we good Bitch you lie I don’t talk Bitch I’m shy You like cash That’s a lie Got bitches wanna hmu But I can’t fuck But I can’t fuck But I can’t fuck Got bitches wanna hmu But I can’t fuck But I can’t fuck But I can’t fuck
9.
NEED IT 02:09
I fucked up Ooo, ooo, ooo, ooo, ooo Every day I count the money like I’m bleedin’ 17 a month I don’t need it Really what I might just leave them Really what I might just leave them
10.
MAINFRAMED 01:33
Hit the store I want the dime Text this whore I want her time Rings around my fuckin’ eyes Never really tryna cry I got all this turbo pack This where all the murder at I pull up with 30 racks On the hunt for all these rats Arizona fake ID Spliffies we gonna back em up Swear yo hoe is mad as fuck Rollin’ out the rally truck Still I’m in the valley bruh Said I’m smokin’ Cali bud 80 blunts we tally up Late night hittin’ Sally up Late night hittin’ Brenda Hittin’ Cassie Perc has got me Feelin’ crappy Sloppy got me feelin’ happy Bitches hit me for the addy And I tend not to reply And it gets em feelin’ sappy Aye No no Aye No no Deez nuts in yo mouth bitch
11.
IF ISS REAL 02:39
Blew a tire down the streets So I left my car there Post it up With the gang We’re all drinkin’ cognac Hit em with the friendly phrase No hands stoppin’ me When these others fuckin’ rant No man stoppin’ me Under me you catchin’ stitches All my groupies sad bitches And the crew got mad riches Sandwiches and bad bitches In the field with the crew Eatin’ meals in the booth What’s the deal What it do Bet I’m finna kill a fool If iss real Where’s the proof? Wasn’t clear On the rules Big bands All my wishes Do you fuckin’ feel me I don’t even got the time What’s the deal with these dudes? And I ain’t keepin’ time Blew a tire down the streets So I left my car there Post it up With the gang We’re all drinkin’ cognac Hit em with the friendly phrase No hands stoppin’ me When these others fuckin’ rant No man stoppin’ me No man stoppin’ me

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A musical collective originating from the Jesta metropolis who've been training to open up the psychedelic renaissance through alter egos which weave and build up Jestamang on the daily.

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